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Santa felt sassy and seasoned
Having switched from soda to whiskey
Stirred and slurred, his vision was blurred
Sleigh-driving was stupidly risky
Sloshing around but still seated
Strapped in, seemingly quite self-assured
Whilst swerving through Nice, he saluted the police
Whose chopper was wisely insured
Donna and Blitzen were startled
Dancer and Prancer were ma...
Friday 13th December 2019 5:38 pm
Sod Santa!
And how his eyes glisten'
But… Sod Santa, I say
Not that anyone listens
With high whistles and bells,
The lights and the fog horn
And wet reindeer smells
The noise, the commotion
The hurry, the fuss
The shouting and cursing
As he flies dawn to dusk
of the hooves on my roof
Nor the turds t...
Monday 14th December 2015 1:57 pm
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